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[i]THE STORY SO FAR...

It was a couple weeks ago when a classroom of students was invaded by a sorceress named Darwin, who transformed them all from humans into zoomans-- humanoid animal creatures. The class was then warped to another dimension inhabited by zoomans where magic is ubiquitous. They now live inside a zooman academy and have Darwin as a professor.

Ava and Irma have changed greatly in their new world, but even after spending two weeks in a magical realm of animal people and rethinking their ideas of sexuality, the two still cling to human ideas of social castes and popularity.

Is it possible that some parts of their human personality can't be wiped away?[/i]

It was a school night, but any night was a good time to party.

Peter the puffin was having a party later and word got around Darwin's class. By 8 o'clock more than a dozen of Peter's classmates had arrived to his shindig. The dorm room his shared with his roommate was big enough to hold that many partygoers, so Peter was happy with the party he was throwing! Maybe the door wasn't tall enough for an elephant or a blue whale to walk on through but once the extra large creatures were inside and seated, they were comfortable.

The girls had nothing better to do that evening, so Ava and Irma joined the festivities. Unsure how to mingle, they went to the snack table and filled their paper plates with chips and other snacks. The smell of weed was thick in the air and there was a cooler nearby full of beers.

Ava put a glob of dip on her plate and swirled a chip inside it. The gray rabbit counted the amount of items she had on her plate. "Have you been eating more than usual? I have. I've been having three meals a day."

Irma, a chameleon girl with sizable breasts and wide hips, looked at Ava's figure. "Worried about getting [i]fat[/i]?"

Ava smiled and bit the chip. The dip was decent and had a spicy taste underneath the garlic flavor. She swallowed. "Yeah but..."-- she looked down and wiggled her hips-- "I don't think I can get fat. I work out too much."

Irma snerked, "And what workouts do you do? I never see you exercising."

Ava leaned close, smiling with a big incisor. "All the sex I have is the exercise!"

Irma giggled, filling her plate with cheesepuffs. "You're probably right."

They chatted some more but went quiet when Verne approached. Verne was a classmate of theirs-- a geeky toad about their height. That day he was wearing a green collared shirt to counter his brown toady skin. He wore beige khakis.

"Uhhh..." Verne smiled wide, "Uh, hi there!"

His voice was nasally. It would have been easy for Ava or Irma to do an impression later.

Ava rolled a chip in her dip, dismissive expression on her face. "Hi."

"Are you enjoying the party?" Verne asked.

"Yeah..." said Ava, hoping the toad would notice how uninterested she was in talking with him and leave them alone.

"How about you?" asked Verne.

Verne and Irma locked eyes. For a quiet second, they stared at each other. Irma's chameleon face was beautiful for a guy like Verne. Irma stared back at the toad boy. His eyes were so big with excitement and his demeanor was innocent. She found the toad boy captivating.

"Did you want to watch some anime with us?" asked Verne.

Ava giggled and Irma joined in. Ava squirmed out a titter. "No, I don't want that nerd shit."

"But it's a real good one!" said Verne, "It's Dog Star Circle!" Verne puffed his sac with a smile.

Ava was unamused but Irma felt something twitch when she saw Verne like that, with his vocal sac inflated and a deeply content grin on his mouth. The boy was so unashamedly forward about his nerdy love for anime! Irma could have never been so enthusiastic and proud for something so childish!

"I don't watch anime," said Ava, sternly.

Irma looked over at her rabbit friend. "Uh yeah... it's not our thing."

"Ok!" said Verne. He walked away.

"This is supposed to be a [i]cool[/i] party!" said Ava, waiting for Verne to get out of earshot, "[i]Do you want to watch some anime?[/i]" She said, imitating Verne's voice. She giggled.

"What a nerd!" said Irma.

They shared a giggle, but Irma looked across the room at the toad boy, eying him curiously.

A few of them were on the couch, watching one of Verne's favorite anime: Dog Star Circle. It was a show about a canine hero, as humanoid as the students watching it, and his adventures spanning the galaxy! Verne was planted on the couch, his eyes misty with awe as the adventures of Dog Star played on the screen.

Peter sat beside Verne, bemused that his toad friend could be so transfixed by a cartoon for children, or what appeared to be for children. The trout girl at the end of the couch, Emma, was similarly humored by Verne's geeking out.

Dog Star hopped into the cockpit of his starship and took to the stars. Verne squealed, hopping up and down on his seat, fist clenched with excitement. "This is the part where Dog Star fights off Lost Duck's armada!"

"[i]Oooooh, cooool![/i]" said Emma, sarcasm thick on her tone.

Peter watched the show, the dashing dog hero with a scard around his neck like an old pilot. Peter smirked. "How hung to you think Dog Star is?"

Emma giggled. "Oh, he's got a humongous one. I can tell."

Verne snerked. "Come on, guys. There's no official material that states how big his penis is!"

Peter smiled slyly. "But what do you think it would be?"

Emma leaned forward to see Verne past Peter's head. "Yeah, Verne. How big to think your favorite action star is?"

"Well..." Verne put a finger to his mouth. "He'd have to be bigger in the pants than me so..."-- his eyes let up and he smiled-- "I think about 16 inches."

Emma and Peter howled and other party members listening in on the conversation had amused reactions too. The trout clapped. "[i]Wow[/i]! I didn't realize he was such a [i]monster[/i]! Now I'm [i]really[/i] paying attention!"

"16 inches," said Peter, "that would [i]destroy[/i] me!"

The show got to the part where Dog Star had to make a radio call to his lover- the poodle lady Raoko. The show cut between the two characters talking over radio chatter, Raoko's demeanor sincere and loving.

"Oh?" said Peter, "Who's this?"

"It's Raoko," said Verne, "She's Dog Star's girlfriend and later wife. They met while Dog Star was on duty in the Yarnelia system and Dog Star saved her from a crashing space station."

"She's cute," said Emma, a smile curving on her fishy cheeks.

"Yeah!" said Verne, his eyes going dreamy, "I've masturbated to her so many times!"

Everyone laughed again and Verne was completely without shame. A rocking piece of music came on and Verne knew it was time for the big sequence. Dog Star finished his call with Raoko and his ship jumped again. The show transitioned to a large armada of spaceships. Lost Duck stood at the window of the flagship overlooking his large invincible armada. There was a flash of light and Dog Star warped in.

Verne squealed, pumping his fists and tapping his feet with joy! His eyes were misty with awe!

The music took off and an action sequence began with Dog Star flying his ship through countless others-- all of them his enemies. The small jet fighter glided on the outside of the fearsome juggernaut, dodging rockets and laser beams. Dog Star swerved around pillars of light and metal death bullets.

Verne's smile was wide, teeth showing. His pupils dilated and his body felt weightless. His mouth wet.

Dog Star flew up to Lost Duck's flagship and the duck captain quacked with shock. He shook his fist at the dashing hero's ship as it cruised past the main window of the bridge. Dog Star raced alongside the flagship with a couple rockets on his tail. He turned up in a corkscrew and glid along the top of the ship causing the rockets to collide with the side of the vessel.

Verne squealed and a strand of drool went down his lips. Emma chuckled. "God, you [i]really[/i] like this. This is religion to you."

Dog Star, with a confident smirk on his canine snout, shift the gear stick up and his ship boosted to the back of Lost Duck's flagship. With a few shots of his pulse cannon, the hangar bay doors blew open and Dog Star flew his ship right through the atmospheric shielding. His ship had to decelerate quickly and only stopped just before colliding with the backwall. A soldier yelped when that wing came at him and ducked.

Dog Star's cockpit window came open and he hopped out, soldiers firing their lasers at him but him hopping behind some crates to avoid fire.

[b]*HSSSSSSSSSS!*[/b]

Peter looked down to see wetness blossom on Verne's pants. The stain grew from his crotch and moved down his legs. Strands of liquid went down the back of his pants. A puddle formed on the seat while Verne stared at the screen-- the toad weeping and his eyes full of stars!

Peter hopped off the couch. "[i]Verrrrne!!![/i]"

"What?" asked Verne. He then noticed the feeling of 'running water' in his bladder and looked down to see he had peed his toady pants. "Uh... ooops."

This got the attention of the room once again. When he stood up and everyone could see a huge wetspot on the base of his pants with wetness dripping off, the room laughed. Pointed and laughed! Everyone found it amusing except for Peter as the couch was his to clean.

Verne smiled innocently and rubbed the back of his head. "I... uh, peed my pants!"

More giggles around the room. Ava and Irma watched from the snack table.

Ava snerked, laughing hard enough to drop some chips on the floor. "He totally [i]pissed himself![/i]"

Irma chuckled. "I don't get it. Who could like a cartoon [i]that much[/i]?"

But Irma found it weird and not all that embarrassing. A person who liked a show so much that they would pee their pants at it? It was strange behavior. She couldn't think of anything she was passionate enough about to have a similar reaction.

Peter got some napkins and threw a few on the puddle Verne left on the couch and handed some to the frog so he could pat down his pants.

"I can't believe you pissed yourself...!" said the puffin, hints of anger in his voice. He leaned down to soaked up the wetness on the couch.

Verne chuckled, patting his peed crotch, "I can't either! I usually don't wet myself until the showdown on the bridge!" His eyes swooned, "It's the best part!" He sniffed into the air. "It must be the marijuana. It's effecting my self-control."

Irma watched the toad boy pat down his crotch. He would turn his head towards Irma and she could see the content in his face. He wasn't that embarrassed to soil himself.

"No show can be so good that it make it ok to pee your pants like a toddler!" said Peter.

Verne stood with his hands at his hips. "Don't be such a philistine! This episode is one of the most legendary in [i]all[/i] of anime!"

"So good that it's worth incontinence?" asked Peter, taking the soiled napkins to the trash by the couch.

Verne took a stern stance. "Stop asking me why I peed my pants and ask yourself why you [i]didn't[/i] pee [i]your[/i] pants!"

Irma watched the frog defiant in his accident. How could somebody do something so embarrassing and not seem the least bit ashamed? He seemed more disgusted by Peter's indifference than his own incontinence.

Peter went to the bathroom to get a towel and laid it over the couch seat that Verne peed upon. No one was going to sit down on that spot after what Verne did but he put it there as a warning for others to not take its place.

"What are you going to do now?" asked the puffin, gesturing at Verne's wet pants.

Emma got up. "I'll take him back to his room to get changed."

"Good," said Peter, "Make sure he goes number two while you're there. We don't need another accident tonight." Peter turned to Verne and patted the toad's back. "See if there's a diaper somewhere, too."

Emma grinned and escorted Verne out of the dorm, wet spot clearly visible on the back of his pants. Peter sighed and sat back down on the couch, figuring he might as well finish the anime they were watching.

Even with Verne's mishap, the party didn't stop. People continued to hang out, chat, drink, and get high.

Irma and Ava sat in the corner, on some beanbag chairs. Peter saw an empty one in the mix so he brought a joint over to the girls.

He offered the joint to Ava. "Enjoying yourself?"

Ava took the joint and puffed. Irma smiled. "Yeah, you know how to throw a party."

Ava sucked in the weed smoke and breathed it out like a dragon. "It's been a great one. Except for a certain someone pissing himself." She ended the sentence with a snicker, her incisor out for everyone to see.

Peter chuckled. "Maybe I should call a cleaning crew to have them refresh my couch right quick. To be honest, out of everyone around, Verne would be the one to pee his pants at an anime."

"Every class needs its loser," said Ava.

Peter scratched some fingers on the back of his head. "I wouldn't say he's a loser." The puffin smirked. "He was the first guy in the class to get laid. And he walked out of the room that first day with his cock out. Him and the girl he rooms with-- they walked to their dorm with their pants off!"

The events of that first day were such a blur for Ava and Irma but they could vaguely recall a pair of students-- a male and a female-- walking out of the classroom with their pants off and their bits out. Had they just finished fucking? The girls couldn't recall clearly.

Irma could remember the hefty shape of the frog's cock. Taking the joint, she inhaled. After moment, she breathed out the sweet smoke. "He's hung."

Peter smiled wide, nodding. "Yep. The dude has a big one for all his downsides."

"Where did Verne go?" asked Irma, leaning up to look around the room.

"I guess he's still with Emma," said Peter. He chuckled. "Maybe Emma had a thing for him and got busy with him after changing his pants!"

Irma handed the joint back to Ava. The rabbit held the joint to her mouth and said, "I don't think I could be into a guy after helping him get out of his pissed pants and help him get cleaned up."

"You're into me after we pissed ourselves together," said Irma.

Ava took a puff and the placed the joint and Irma's mouth. "Exactly. Together. We did it as a team." The rabbit leaned into Irma and kissed her on the cheek.

Ava and Peter laughed at that, but Irma took the marijuana cigarette and sucked on it while staring into space. By all means, Verne was a man no sane girl would want, but she couldn't get the guy out of her head.

The next day was class and even with all the drinking, smoking and staying up late, Ava and Irma arrived mostly ready to be educated. The lesson was short anyway and afterwards the class was allowed to mingle before the period was over.

Ava and Irma squatted in the desks, casually chatting with each other.

"Who do you think is hottest in our class?" asked Ava, a playful and wicked smirk reaching across her face.

"I dunno," said Irma, "Pretty much everyone is hot now that we're all animals."

Ava tapped Irma's shoulder, "I know but if you had to decide who was the most beautiful by non-human standards, who would it be?" She jolted up, "Better question: Who do you think is the hottest by [i]human[/i] standards?"

Irma put a finger on her snout. "Ummmm..." She thumbed at herself. "[i]Me![/]"

Ava snickered. "I'm serious!"

Just then a student walked across the classroom, just within arm's reach of Ava and Irma. It was Lita, the snow leopard. She was wearing a striped white shirt open overtop a black one that was thin enough to see her fur underneath the fabric. The dark red pants complimented her gray and black fur. Her glasses made her look sophisticated.

Irma and Ava looked at the snow leopard and knew the answer.

Ava let her cooch firm up and she leaned close to Irma and whispered, "She's a real babe, isn't she?"

Irma's scales drifted into a shade of yellow and the chameleon steamed a bit into her panties. She said, "Yeah..."

"Have you been with her yet?" asked Ava. Knowing Irma would ask, she added, "I haven't."

Irma shook her head. "No. We ought to change that!"

Verne walked by the front of the classroom. Irma and Ava went quiet and watching him, both of the girls smirking slyly. Verne walked by unnoticing their gazes.

Irma waited until Verne was out of earshot before she tilted herself close to Ava and whispered, "How about [i]him[/i]?"

Ava snickered and said, "He's not very handsome and he loses a lot of points on the case of not being potty-trained."

There was a disappoint that murmured inside Irma. There was a part of her that wanted Ava to have an open mind, but it was not the case.

They both giggled, Irma's less sincere than Ava's. The lizard girl took another look over at Verne. Maybe it was the light of the classroom or maybe it was the tightness of Verne's slacks that morning but the frog boy's butt was very pronounced. It had a roundness that was outright [i]begging[/i] for a hand to cup on a cheek!

Darwin split their conversation. The owl professor was dressed in a tan coat over a formal white shirt with a dark blue skirt that went down to her knees. She looked annoyed at Irma and Ava like the Darwin knew that they had been speaking negatively about a fellow class member.

"Ava..." said the professor, "I need your ears."

Ava took a hand up to her long rabbit ears. "My ears?"

"Yes," said Darwin, motioning at a group of students lounging at the front of the class in an awkward circle, "some of your classmates missed out on the anatomy lesson the other day and need a quick refresher."

Ava rolled her eyes. "Can't you transform one of them into a bunny if you need them so bad?"

Darwin scowled, "Get up before I turn you into an old woman and you start pissing yourself uncontrollably!"

An expression of horror came upon Ava and she jolted up from her seat, following Darwin to the front of the class. Irma, left alone, looked over again at Verne. He was on the edge of the classroom by the treeline. The toad was looking a little idle so Irma got up and walked over towards him, the yellow in her scales fading back to green as her lust for the snow leopard cooled down.

Verne tilted his head towards Irma, not enough that he was looking at her, but enough that Irma could see a profile of his face. The frog boy looked out into the distance with a quiet smile and a look of contentness. He was... cute, maybe, at least that morning. Just because he was the anime nerd who peed his pants at the party the night before didn't mean he couldn't have a good angle, Irma thought.

"What are you staring at?" asked Irma.

Verne turned to her and grinned, his sac inflating enough to puff out the top of his t-shirt. "Isn't the classroom nice?"

Irma looked around. It was the same classroom as always-- the one they had been attending since they got to the animal world. It was a dirt floor classroom with a canopy of bramble and vines above. They had gotten used to their place of learning being like if a chunk of jungle had been transplanted into a building.

"I guess?" said Irma.

"Learning is so much easier in this environment," said Verne. He took a big inhale. "The smell of the trees..." He rubbed his foot in the ground, "The feel of the dirt! This is so much better than the classrooms we had in the human world."

Irma wasn't interested, at least at first. She thought about Verne's words for a moment and realized she resonated with them. There wasn't a lesson that Irma didn't pay attention to and god forbid she outright enjoyed attending class, and not just because there was a decent chance she would get fucked during the lesson. It was a complete 180 from her college life back in the human world.

She looked down and got a look at Verne's tight butt before he turned to her and shrouded those bumps away from the chameleon girl.

He smiled and took a step closer to Irma. She could feel his body heat on the edges of her arms.

He giggled, "Maybe I could show you some very cool spots to hang out!"

A blush warmed up on Irma's cheeks but then she peered over and saw Ava approaching with a few others look at her chat casually with the pants-wetting frog nerd.

Irma nearly jumped away from the frog! She said, "I don't have time for your geeky shit, [i]nerd[/i]!"

Verne looked confused and hurt, flexing a frown. Why the sudden mood swing?

Ava walked up to Irma and grabbed the chameleon girl's arm. "What's he bothering you with, Irma? Asking if he could borrow a [i]diaper[/i]?"

"Ummm..." Irma was unsure what to say. "He wants me to go bug-collecting or something like that. Total nerd stuff!"

"Let's go, Irma." Ava practically dragged Irma out of there. Irma took a look back at the frog boy, him looking disappointed.

Darwin had watched the whole thing. Irma demonstrated a dislike for Verne's demeanor but she had a feeling that the chameleon girl would get along with Verne if she gave him a chance. The professor thought that Irma needed a [i]push[/i] to get along with the nerdy frog boy!

It was after lunch and the next period began. The plan was that students would be assigned their work as the class went on so many of them were allowed to lounge around the room and do whatever. Irma and Ava took their usual spot by the door and chatted with each other until Darwin came up to get Irma for something.

Irma looked behind, watching Ava get up and occupy herself with something else while her best friend was busy.

Irma turned back ahead looking at Darwin, "What are you going to have me do?"

"You are going to take this"-- Darwin handed Irma a basket with a sheet of paper inside-- "and track down all of the specimens in the wilderness." She pointed at the classroom's neighboring rainforest.

Irma looked at the paper. There were a bunch of mushrooms and plants on it, on the front and on the back.

"Am I supposed to go foraging?" asked Irma.

"Yes," said Darwin.

Irma glanced out at the forest. She hadn't spent a lot of time in the place but always felt like the forest around the classroom was somewhat off limits to students. "Isn't it dangerous in there?"

"Not if you stay within the boundaries," said Darwin, "Don't worry about it. You'll have a partner."

Irma smiled. "Oh. Who?"

At the treeline stood Verne, the toad boy dressed up in a brown jacket, a blue shirt and green worn-out pants. He turned to Darwin and Irma and smiled, his sac inflating with joy!

Oh no! thought Irma.

"Verne!" said Darwin, "Are you ready to do some collecting?"

"Yep!" said Verne, smile not receding, "I enjoy scavenging for plants!"

"Great," said Darwin, pushing Irma forward in the toad boy's direction, "Irma will be your partner for the afternoon."

Verne was well and good to do some scavenging with Irma but Irma wasn't up for it. She turned back around and leaned close to Darwin. "Do I have to work with [i]him[/i]? Can't I do this project with Ava?"

"That's who I assigned you to, dear," said Darwin, lowering her voice as well.

Irma scowled, "But I don't want to work with--"

Darwin's face went stony and her eyes brightened with a glare. "Do what I tell you, young lady, or I'll turn [i]you[/i] into a plant!"

Irma gulped and zipped back over to Verne's side. Darwin waved as the two walked off into the woods.

Verne and Irma were quiet but Verne looked out in the wilderness with awe. The toad walked up and rubbed a hand down the bark of a tall jungle tree with a vine coiling down it. Back home in the human world, in middle America, there was never any trees or wilderness like the stuff he and Irma were walking through that afternoon.

Irma couldn't share his enthusiasm but she had to admit it was fascinating to be walking those grounds. Like a lot of the other students, her reference for nature was the woods of their old college town. That and a vacation that Irma took to Australia a few years ago. Seeing tall jungle trees that tangled up into an endless canopy of bramble was a sight!

Verne straightened out the paper and peeked at both sides. "Okie doke! We are supposed to collect, um..."-- he looked front and back again-- "[i]seven[/i] specimens from around the forest."

Irma took the paper from Verne, "Let's get busy then. The sooner we get this done the..." She blinked. "... the sooner we get this done."

They went exploring and Verne did most of the talking. He didn't know much about the vegetation of that magical world but he was able to grok how plants behaved based on his earth knowledge. One of the items on the list was a fungus and the toad boy was able to guess where it grew based on the kind of fungus it was and how much water it needed.

Irma wasn't the one with overwhelming enthusiasm for the activity so she let the dork do the work. The sheet called for a thin but firm green vine that grew off the bases of branches and Verne was able to spot it very quickly.

Next on the list was an ivy that grew at the base of trees. They found some shortly and the toad boy leaned over to dig the ivy's roots out of the dirt. When leaned over, Verne hung his butt out. His asscheeks were two hills sculpted out on his corduroy pants and Irma had to stare. What a cute ass it was!

Irma licked her lips, the green color of her scales fading before Verne shot up and the chameleon readjusted herself to look normal. Verne took a handful of ivy and put it in the basket.

"What's next?" asked Irma, feeling like she could get away with not caring.

Verne peeked at the page. "It's called deep wild grass. It grows on ground between trees-- about five feet away from the trunks."

Irma nodded. "Ok. I think I've seen some of that around."

"Do you remember where?" asked Verne.

"No," said Irma, "it was on the way here. We should have picked it up when we had the chance."

Verne smiled wide. "Let's keep looking!"

The toad stretched his grin across his face again and Irma couldn't help but find the guy cute. His eyes were full of wonder and his posture was so relaxed and open. How often did she see guys like that?

It didn't take long for them to find deep grass. It was a bright orange grass that grew in patches about four inches off the ground. Irma worried that if she didn't put any effort into the project she would be punished so this time around she was the one to tear the grass from the ground.

"I never knew grass could be so pretty!" said Verne.

Irma looked at the grass, shaking off the dirt. It was a very strange shade of orange for grass to be. It looked too bright for it to seem dehydrated and it didn't give off the color of autumn either. It was a strangeness that was hard to pin down for an earthen person like Irma.

"What do you think would happen if we smoked it?" asked Irma. She instantly regretted the question, but she wanted to make [i]any[/i] conversation.

"Uhhh..." Verne looked at the sheet. "I don't know. Maybe nothing? It's just grass, I think."

Irma put the grass in the basket. "Some students in another class found a marijuana bush. Can you imagine?" She looked around the jungle. "I wonder if there's any weed around this place?"

Verne checked the sheet for the next item they were supposed to collect. It was a lichen and there was a warning that some lichens would make anyone who touched it itchy, so extra care was needed in spotting and taking the light green kind they were supposed to collect.

The two continued walking around. "Maybe," said Verne, continuing the conversation on marijuana, "it would be cool if we found some! Even if the people here running this college would give us some if we asked."

Irma chuckled. "Yeah. It's great being enrolled at a college where the faculty will give you free booze and weed." She snerked. "And the teachers will fuck you!"

Verne chortled and snorted and Irma felt that [i]wanting[/i] again. The attraction upgraded from a curiosity stirring in her heart to a desire quietly churning in her loins. The color of her scales faded more, going from a strong green to a yellowish green.

The toad's eyes went starry. "Not to mention... all the anime anyone could ever watch! I asked if they had Metal Racer and they had [i]the whole set![/i]"

It was anime again.

"The [i]whole[/i] set of Metal Race?" said Irma, not knowing what the fuck that was. She raised a smug grin on her face. "Think of all the times you'll pee your pants with excitement watching that one!" She took a hand to her mouth and giggled.

"I'm not going to pee my pants to Metal Racer!" said Verne, "That honor is reserved for Dog Star Circle."

"It's pathetic anyway," said Irma, her big smile not lowering from her mouth.

Verne scowled and flinched about, unsure how to react to that. "[i]You...![/i] You've done it too! I remember the first day you peed your pants in the hall!"

The toad wasn't mistaken. It was on the first day of being a zooman, the day they were all transferred into that magical academy, that Irma walked out into the halls and was so overwhelmed that she peed (and pooped) her pants.

Irma hesitated, unsure what to say. "Yeah, but... I..." She groaned and dropped her arms to her sides. "That's different. I had a good reason! Being scared as fuck is a good reason to piss yourself!"

"You wouldn't be saying that if it didn't happen to you," said Verne, "If you didn't mess yourself that day, you would be teasing other people about it."

Irma glared at him for a second. Then she chuckled. "You know what? You're absolutely right."

Verne's face softened and he giggled as well. They shared a look, then continued exploring for plants to collect. They only had a few more. They peeled off some lichen, making sure it was the right kind. They hadn't seen another other but with the risk of itchiness they knew to be careful.

Verne rubbed his fingers. "How do you feel?"

Irma dropped the lichen in the basket and looked at her hands. "I feel fine."

"Good." Verne smiled and let his sac inflate.

It was that smile again. It was that inflation. How could Irma not be charmed by the demeanor of such an adorable toad boy? Her eyes went down to his pants again. How big was he down there? Irma's color shifted into a bright yellow and a cloud emitted from her loins. The mist mixed into the air and went up to Verne's nose. The toad boy could smell something [i]sultry[/i] but ignored it for the time being.

The last two samples were a kind of root that grows around the base of a tree and a kind of bramble that grew on the trunks of the trees. Both items would take some time to gather, being that they were very connected to their origins so the chameleon and toad split up and tackled one on their own.

Verne handled the root. He had to dig with his clawless hands to excavate the root but once he had done that and made a hole around the root, the thing snapped off and he had the sample in his hand. He placed it in the basket and waited for Irma to return.

It was a nice peaceful day in the jungle or forest or whatever it was. The sound of the classroom was in the distance and the sound of birds and other critters were echoing through the canopy. The magic world those former humans found themselves in was truly beautiful.

Verne sat down by a tree, unbuckled his belt and brought out his cock. After poking at his balls a few times, he cuffed his shaft and got to cranking. Within a minute, Verne was at those 11 inches he was known for, slapping his meat happily and contently.

Irma struggled to get the bramble off of the tree. She needed a decent sample size, she assumed, so breaking off a few inches of the brown coarse vine was not good enough. On the other hand, the bramble was twisted around the entire trunk, making it impossible to pull off!

"Almost done," she told herself as she struggled and pulled at the chaotic net of growth. She was almost done. She could collect that sample and then she could head back to class to chill out with Ava.

Back to class. Back to regular society. Back to a classroom where there was a boundary between cool people and nerds, where a barrier would be up between Irma and the toad boy she had grown attracted to.

But in the forest there was only her and Verne. She could say anything to him and Verne's opinion was the only one that mattered. Verne could touch her and there would be no one around to tell them it was wrong. She could admire his body and nobody would tell her that it was inappropriate.

Irma swallowed hard. She could ask him if he'd want to see her naked and he'd be the only one who would know.

Irma's scales began to shift into an orange hue. Mist flowed from her into the air.

"Ugh!"

The bramble gave out and Irma was tossed to the ground. She fell on her side, hurting it. She leaned up and rubbed her side, holding in the other hand a large bush of brown vines. Hopefully that would be enough for the assignment.

She tried to untangle the cloud of vegetation so that she could cut it down to a smaller size but it was no use. She brought the thing back to Verne but when she found the toad boy, he was pants down, sitting by the tree, and cranking it like he was getting a pole dance!

"[i]Verne![/i]" said Irma, nearly dropping the basket, "What are you doing?"

"Masturbating," said the toad boy matter-of-factly.

The thing was eleven inches and Irma hated how quickly she was able to measure the toad's cock by sight. It had a soft look to its skin but with a firmness underneath. The toad was packing some huge balls, too.

Irma dropped the bramble. "[i]W-why?[/i]"

"I was thinking... what if the Homeward Bound dogs were zoomans," said Verne, the pace of his fapping not slowing at all, "I think they would be very sexy. The cat, too."

"Are we done then?" asked Irma, turning her look away from the self-pleasuring toad.

"Yeah," said Verne, "Can you go on ahead?" He looked down at his cock, fapping casually. "I gotta take care of this."

Irma picked up the bramble and grabbed the basket, feeling eerie getting within the personal space of the toad boy while he was cranking one out. Irma grimaced and stomped off towards the classroom, letting the toad boy finish up his exercise.

When Irma exited the forest, Ava was there waiting for her. Ava saw Irma's color and knew she was aroused. Walking up to the chameleon and smelling her scent only confirmed she was horny.

"What went on in there?" asked Ava.

Irma knew exactly what her friend was referencing. "Uhhh..." She looked back at the forest. "Uh... there was a hot guy back there!" She shifted her stance, trying to seem confident. "He was a tall"-- she thought of a sexy animal-- "[i]lion[/i] guy and he was walking around in the [i]nude[/i]." She smirked. "Ava... it was [i]humongous[/i]."

Ava snerked, her eyes shuttering. "Is that so? Maybe we should go back and introduce ourselves?"

"He's gone," said Irma, "He was busy and had to leave."

Ava slumped, disappointed. She chuckled. "How about that toad guy? Did he behave himself? Did you have to change his diapers."

"No," said Irma, "but he was such a nerd about plants and stuff. We would have finished sooner if he didn't have to dork out about vines."

Ava rubbed a foot in the ground. "Speaking of humongous, I hear he is packing too."

The image of Verne's cock came to Irma's mind. Big, long, and firm. Soft looking while still hard.

Irma bobbed the basket and the bramble. "Anyways, I got to hand these in."

Ava let her friend go and Irma went to the front of the class to hand over the samples to Darwin. Darwin took the samples and they disappeared in a spacey light. Irma figured Darwin just teleported to wherever they were needed but didn't care too deeply.

"Where's Verne?" asked Darwin.

"He's back in the forest," said Irma, "He was... um..." She adjusted herself. "He got caught up in something. I don't know what."

Darwin eyed the chameleon. Her scales were fading from yellow to green and Darwin knew that the chameleon had just finished wearing lusty shades on her scales. If that didn't tip the professor off that the girl was recently horny, it was the lingering smell of her pheromones swimming out of the lizard's loins.

The professor was hoping that the chameleon and toad hanging around alone would encourage them to have sex, but there was no point in forcing it. Darwin deemed the assignment complete and let Irma go.

Eleven inches. It was thick too. Irma couldn't get the image of Verne's cock out of her head. Later that night she hung around in her room while Ava was out hanging with some friends. Irma watched a bit of TV but her attention faltered when the though of Verne's naked body crept into her mind.

She sat on her bed, staring at the TV but not looking at it. Eleven inches. How good would that feel inside? She reached into her pants and rubbed. Her scales changed from green to yellow, from yellow to orange, from orange to red. She bit her tongue and poked her fingers inside her cooch.

It was so wrong. How could Irma have the hots for a nerd? He was the guy who peed his pants watching anime. [i]That's[/i] who Irma wanted? But it was the truth, no matter how pathetic it seemed. She wanted that toad boy. She wanted that toad boy to take off his clothes with her, get down on the bed, and rut with her like there was no tomorrow.

Irma, hands frantic with horny, pulled down her pants in a frenzy and dropped them on a floor. She tore the panties on the crotch ripping them off so violently. The spritzed piece of clothing got tossed on the floor as well. Bottomless, Irma spread her legs out and [i]attacked[/i] her cooch! She slapped, rubbed, jammed, and spanked her cooch with delight!

She leaned back, moaning with delight! She bit her tongue and relaxed her eyes, letting her mind get lost in the thought of having Verne stick her with his huge toady rod. She could almost [i]feel[/i] him there in front of her, his hips connected up to hers and him jamming his amphibious staff right inside of her.

She pounded herself hard, wishing it was the toad boy giving her the pound. Her breasts and ass jiggled as she spanked herself like a coked up monkey in the Amazon. It was the best slap.

The urge came over her so she upgraded her moans into yelps. When she poked her fingers into her cooch, out squeezed a handful of cum. It oozed onto her bed. She drilled herself and let her tongue hang out.

Verne, thought Irma.

She wanted him and her hand was her replacement. She kept spurting, spraying, and oozing all over the bed. Slime whipped from her hand and made a puddle on the sheets. What did Verne look like without any clothes on? He seemed skinny but Irma wouldn't have been surprised if Verne had a belly on him. It was supposed to be unattractive but when that image took to Irma's mind, it made her hot. More cum fell out of her, sticking to her legs and joining the puddle beneath her.

By the time her session was done, there was a huge wet spot on her bed. She got up and wiped her oozy vag with the blanket before dragging the sheets, her panties, and her pants to the hamper in the bedroom. She went to the cabinet in the corner and opened it up to see if there was a blanket to replace the bedsheet she just used as a cum rag and she found one and dragged it over to the her.

Irma went to the drawers to get a pair of panties and some sleeping pajamas and got to sleep before her horny for Verne came back and distracted her.

Despite spending the night in a fierce masturbation session, when Irma awoke the next day, the first thing on her mind was Verne-- Verne and that tantalizing cock he had. Before she even got out of bed, she reached down to rub herself a little bit. Not too much but enough to make her scales turn a yellowish color for a few minutes.

Nothing Ava noticed. The two went to class and Irma kept her gaze low so that if Verne came around, she wouldn't have seen him. She could [i]hear[/i] him, though. His nasally voice picked up over the crowd of the classroom. She knew the exact direction he was in-- the corner by the chalkboard. Even as Ava talked to the chameleon, she could hear Verne's voice among the rest of the students.

Lunch came and Irma could barely eat. Second period began and Ava got busy with an assignment of her own and Darwin saw that Irma was looking lonely so she thought it was time for another assignment for the chameleon girl.

Darwin handed Irma piece of paper. "It's project time, chameleon."

Irma looked at the paper and saw a diagram of a chameleon's throat and lung systems. There were pictures of the chameleon screaming and hissing. Irma quirked an eyebrow. "What is this?"

"It's a sheet explaining how to make optimal chameleon noises," said Darwin, leaning on Irma's desk as she explained, "You're going to learn how to make proper chameleon calls." She looked down at the seated student. "Stand up."

Irma got up, sighing. "Is this really necessary?"

"Yes," said Darwin, "I'm partnering you with the toad again." She turned to face the class, "[i]Verne[/i]! Can I have you over here?"

The toad was across the room, hanging out with Peter. The toad waved bye to his friend and jogged over to Darwin and Irma.

"Do I have to work with him again?" said Irma, "How about someone new?" Irma looked around. "Where's that gopher girl who casually pees her pants? I've never worked with her before!"

Darwin gave the chameleon a cross look, "You're working with the toad, Irma."

Irma's face was like an old, broken window. She stared at the dorky toad boy, his feet kicking up with his jogged steps. Irma felt dread and arousal.

"What do you need, professor Darwin?" asked Verne.

Darwin handed Verne a piece of paper. "You are going to do vocal practices with Irma here."

Verne flashed a grin and Darwin then Irma. "Ok!"

Irma wasn't happy but she got the idea to say something to Darwin and the owl professor gave her a mean look so Irma kept quiet and sucked it up. The teacher left them for their assignments.

Verne skimmed the page and smiled. "Oh, I get it. We're supposed to make our animal noises!" The toad inflated his sac and then let it deflate with his mouth open making a prolonged [b]*CROOOOOOOOOOOAK*[/b] sound, deep and guttural.

Irma really didn't want to find Verne making a feral noise terribly hot, but the chameleon girl spritzed some mist into her panties and her scales shifted yellow.

She re-checked her page, her hands shaking in nervousness. Sweat hit her brow. "Ummm... it says chameleons hiss." She stuck out a tongue, [b]*hssssssss!*[/b]. "Ok, all done that! Let's go report to Darwin."

To watch the two students make animal noises, it was entertaining for a few students around. The two star-crossed lovers developed an audience of idle classmates wanting to see them make animal noises. Things were bad enough, Irma had a bunch of eyes on her as well!

Verne chuckled. "You have to do better than that! Let me see!"

The toad reached for Irma's page and touched Irma's hand. Irma splayed her toes and flexed her buttcheeks. Her scales went from yellow to orange.

Verne, oblivious to Irma's discomfort, read the page. "You have to hiss like a chameleon. It's not a tongue thing like a snake." Verne stuck out his tongue playfully. All Irma could do was look at it thinking how badly she needed that in her throat.

Irma's vagina made its demands known. It seeped pheromones into the air, a small cloud emanated from her loins, waving over tops of desks and around the legs of students. The chameleon released her essence no matter how badly she would have wanted to keep it sealed.

"H-how do I do that?" asked Irma. Why did she ask that? All that was going to do was give him a reason to interact with her [i]more[/i].

"Don't stick your tongue out when you do," said Verne. He opened his mouth to show her then said, "You open your mouth and hiss. Drop your tongue to the floor of your mouth."

Irma felt like she was being executed but she knew that the sooner she got the assignment done the sooner she could be away from the sexy dork in front of her. She opened her mouth, planted her tongue to the bottom of her mouth, and made a [b]*HIIIISSSSSSS!*[/b] sound. It was quiet but it was a hiss sound that a chameleon would make.

Verne clapped, his jovial eyes beaming. "Not bad! Do it louder, though. Like this..." He croaked once again. It was a big [b]*CRRRRRR-OOOOOOOOOOOAK!*[/b] that got around the room. Several students laughed and clapped at the bellowing toad!

The sound was the most unignorable mating call Irma could ever know. Her face and the rest of her body flushed with red. She shivered and smacked her legs together, feeling like if she didn't hold them close together, she would whip them open at Verne and bark at him to fuck her!

Irma's pheromones were like smoke from a wildfire. They took to the air and consumed the place around her. Students noticed the sultry scent in the air. Verne got a whiff of it too and knew it was from his new chameleon friend, but whoever was her lust directed at?

Some students knew Irma well enough that her having bright red scales meant she was horny-- [i]very[/i] horny. Nobody besides Irma herself knew this as well as Ava, who saw her friend working with the dorky toad boy. What had overcome Irma that she was so aroused that she was as red as a ripe strawberry?

Eyes turned to Irma and Verne. Irma, looking like she was about to explode, and Verne, the toad boy who pissed his pants at the party a few days ago. Was there something between them?

"Irma," said Ava, "Are you ok? You are... in your [i]horny[/i] colors."

Irma's breathing was strained. Her body was tense like she was holding in a full child. She creaked her head over towards Ava. "Really?"

Ava looked at her very red chameleon friend and then over to Verne. Then back at Irma. "Are you... hot for this nerd guy?"

Darwin saw that everyone's attention had been drawn to the center of the room where Irma, Verne and Ava were in a standoff. The owl went over to see what was going on.

Irma couldn't answer Ava's question. The answer would have ruined her reputation. But there she was, bright as a rose, staring at a toad boy she couldn't stop thinking about.

Ava groaned. "Come on, Irma. Don't tell me you're into this [i]loser?[/i]"

Darwin shuffled by Ava to be by Irma's side. The owl professor put a hand on Irma's shoulder and gave the lizard girl a comforting look. "Now's the time for honesty, Irma."

Irma took a deep breath in and exhaled. She took a step forward and picked up Verne's hand. Her own hands shook with anticipation, but she looked deep into the toad's eyes and cleared her throat.

"I'm attracted to Verne," said Irma.

Everyone around the room gasped. A commotion broke out. Verne smiled widely. "That's why you were so horny yesterday! You were aroused by [i]me[/i]!"

Irma giggled. "Surely... that's not too hard to believe!" She rubbed a foot on Verne's.

Verne rubbed the back of his head and blushed, looking away shyly. Darwin gave Irma another rub of confidence. Irma sighed and gave a warm look at the toad boy. "Really. I'm very, [i]very[/i]attracted to you."

Ava cut between the two, looking at Irma in disgust. "[i]Irma,[/i] something is wrong with you! You are... smoldering for this dorky toad guy!" She leaned close to the chameleon. "This is the guy who pissed his pants at the party!"

Irma smiled, contently. Spots of light blue joined the red hue of her scales. "I know. And I don't care." She looked Verne deep in the eyes. "When the fish girl took you away to change your pants, I got jealous. I wanted to be the one to change your pants."

There was a thump, or something that sounded like it. Irma looked down to see that her little confession had caused the toad boy to get a huge rocking boner pushing on the front of his slacks. It stood up like it [i]needed[/i] to get at Irma.

Ava shook her head. "Irma, I can't--"

Irma put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Ava, I want what I want and I'm not going to deny it anymore. I want Verne. I... love him."

Verne walked forward, his feet touching Irma's. He leaned in for a gentle kiss. He took her hands and rubbed them through his fingers. "Then... maybe you wanted to go somewhere and... hang out?"

"Yes," said Irma, "we can go to my dorm, but if you want... we could walk the way there... without any pants on."

Verne blew a fuse. His eye twitched with arousal. Darwin clutched her collar. It was one of those days where her students did things that made her vagina seep like honey comb!

Verne unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, long toady cock flopping out like a diving board! Irma took down her pants and everyone got a good look of the slime stringing itself across Irma's thighs and dripping down into her panties. A glob of ooze fell from her crotch.

Everyone was shocked. Irma blushed but posed confidently. "I'm... really horny!"

Irma and Verne stepped out of their clothes and walked to the door, genitals eager to meet each other. The classroom clapped, except for Ava who was still in disbelief that her best friend, a friend who could surely do better, would lower herself to being with a [i]nerd[/i].

The two left the classroom.

Darwin sighed and looked around at her class, "Ok, that was the hottest thing I've seen this week. Who wants to spend the rest of the class masturbating furiously?"

The students nodded and masturbate they did!

Verne and Irma walked down the hall, their steps hasty with their feet hitting the floor like slabs of pork. They stared at each other smiling, their genitals eager to get to one another. They held hands.

"Sorry I was dishonest," said Irma.

"It's ok," said Verne, "I'm glad you are attracted to me because I'm really attracted to you!"

Irma slid closer to her toad friend. "I bet you haven't masturbated to me as much as I've masturbated to you."

"Don't worry!" said Verne, "I'm sure that won't stay true for long!"

Irma giggled.

The two went to Irma and Ava's dorm room and inside, Irma couldn't wait any longer. She pushed Verne to the floor so his cock was up in the air and she descended on him, her knees pushing her up and down on his cock. Verne took Irma's arms and got piercing her! They moaned and wailed with delight! Verne's vocal sac grew and shrunk like an air pump trying to fill an inflatable swimming pool!

Irma's breasts jiggled like boggle dice underneath her shirt. Her meaty hips wiggled on top of Verne's waist. Irma reached down and pushed up Verne's shirt, letting her see that belly of his which was scrawny but fatless. She put her hand on his torso and dug an index finger into his naval that he was too in the throes of passion to notice.

Verne splayed his legs and jostled his butt, giving Irma a ride. His feet turned inward and pulling away his arms, he dug his fingers into the carpet below. His eyes were wild, staring at the ceiling while his dick dug around inside him chameleon lover. His neck twisted and turned with delight while the tip of his cock tickled the reptile's core.

Irma bit her lip and cranked her head back, rocking back and forth like she was on a toy horse. That cock delved into her like a world-class drill. It conquered her cave and lit her fire. It pressed against the molten veins of her volcano.

Verne couldn't believe how good it was to be inside her. This distant young chameleon girl was heaven to every nerve of his large erect cock! Wow, did it feel good to have that beauty sitting on his toad johnson. The way her big butt cheeks crushed down on his waist was being pressed by God! His testicles jiggled with delight.

All Irma wanted was the toad. The toad that peed his pants watching anime, the toad that thought that plants were super interesting. By any human standards, he was a nerd. But that was a term for the human world. In Irma's new world, the toad was Verne and all she wanted inside her was the toad.

The toad's cock broke into a volcanic vein and out came the magma. The chameleon moaned. Her orgasm exploded. The jizz drizzled out of her fat pussy onto Verne's lap and dripped down his taint onto the floor. A stream of it crawled down his testicles.

That was enough to get Verne going. He moaned loudly, his human moan mixing with a toad croak. He folded his legs together and tangled his toes up in a lattice while his cock fired up into Irma. His thrusts got fast like a machine gun and he croaked and moaned like an organ was being ripped form his body.

The two flailed into each other until there was nothing left to release. Verne's hips pooled juices and Irma's butt splashed into them. They breathed and Irma pulled herself off of Verne. Cream dripped from her like honey from a dipper. She drew a little doodle with the cum hanging off her cunt as she moved off of Verne and she collapsed to the floor. Both on the ground, they took a moment to smile at each other.

They took off the rest of their clothes and went over to Irma's bed. Irma put her tits down on the mattress and Verne took behind her. Verne's waist slapped with Irma's ass as he thrust behind her. His knees rubbed against the sides of her legs and her feet rubbed against his ankles.

Verne leaned down and pressed his body into her back. Her dug his head into her neck and kissed her. Irma cooed, what a gentleman!

Red and brown made a good combination that afternoon. Verne's brown toad skin might have been ugly to most society, but Irma wanted it. Irma might have had the tone of a berry, but Irma was a berry that Verne wanted to [i]devour[/i]!

Any position Irma wanted, Verne gave to her. She switched up and presented herself on the ground, legs out. Verne went down on her and made her feel every bit of his 11 inch cock. They were face to face and the toad boy went in for a kiss again. Irma returned the favor and kiss the toad boy on his wide froggy lips.

Later on when they were doing the same position on the bed, Verne leaned into kiss her again and their tongues clicked. They waggled their tongues into each other, letting their maw snakes dance with each other and exchanging saliva like it was mail. They let themselves drool with pleasure, their chins getting wet with passion!

Verne laid down on the ground and Irma dropped on him. Her breasts poked in his chest and their nipples flicked at each other. Verne grabbed her ass as he thrust up into her and they gaze at each other as they moaned and groaned at their rutting. Irma's eyes went behind her head and Verne's eyes squeezed together.

Every time they came, their refractory period was only a brief moment. They touched, grabbed each other, licked each other and humped each other's legs until their body was ready once again for full-on intercourse. Irma hopped on her bed again and pulled her legs back to hold out her juicy thighs and wanting vagina for the toad. He would walk over and get down to pork the lovely lizard like his life depended on it!

They tangled again and again until the bedsheets had falling to the floor and then they fucked some more. Every time she came Irma couldn't believe how badly she wanted the toad boy. It was all she needed!

They went back on the floor to do it doggystyle and then they went to Irma's bed and Irma leaned over that one so Verne could give it to her. Irma laid on her back and when Verne jabbed into her the lizard wrapped her legs around the toad like she would keep him close forever.

Somewhere in all of that fucking, Irma went back to her bed and stretched her legs out as much as she could, grinning at Verne seductively. Verne's boner skipped and hopped over to her and he stuck it in. The toad cut through every layer of her armor and Irma's scales shifted colors until her body was shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow! Blues, reds, oranges, greens and others! She came so hard that her colors ignited! She laughed and screamed as the cream shot out of her like a firehose!

They came into each other several times. They licked each other's genitals. Hours passed but their fervor didn't falter. They fucked well into the night.

The next day, Verne and Irma entered the classroom as an official couple. They walked in, each one's hand on the other one's butt. Ava still had trouble believing it but she sat down at the desks with her friend and her new boyfriend before class started.

"So..." said Ava, "You really like this guy, Irma?"

"Ava, that should be obvious," said Irma, "Did you not see how wet I was yesterday?"

Even sitting casually with her new lover and her best friend, Irma was steaming. Pheromones escaped her loins and floated up into the air. It was a smell that both Ava and Verne knew well, but on that morning there was a certain [i]something[/i] in Irma's scent that wasn't there before.

Ava shifted in her seat and adjusted her shirt, "Are you sure you are not under a spell of some kind?"

Verne giggled. "I'm definitely under a spell!" He rubbed Irma's hips and shuffled his seat closer to hers so that their hips could touch.

Irma blushed. "Once you get past how geeky he is, Verne's quite the charmer!"

Ava chuckled, her eyes looking away awkwardly.

Darwin entered the room and spotted the two lovers right away. She was happy to see Irma get over her insecurity and openly hang with her love.

While the three of them chatted, Darwin came up behind them but when she got close and Irma's scent hit her beak, Darwin realized something truly alarming.

Ava spotted the teacher. "Hey, Darwin."

Darwin waved to them, an insincere smile on her face. "Uh, hi, students. I hope you are having a good day!"

Verne inflated his sac with joy! "We are! Me and Irma were just explaining to Ava how much we like each other!" He chuckled. "Last night, me and her had a [i]lot[/i] of sex!"

Irma chuckled. "[i]Veeeerne[/i]! She doesn't need to know that!"

Darwin rubbed her hands. "I might [i]already[/i] know that because I can smell it in Irma's essence."

"Oh?" Irma rubbed her neck, blushing. "Can you smell Verne residue or something?"

The trio chuckled. Darwin took Irma by the shoulders. "You're [i]pregnant[/i], Irma! And Verne's the father!"

Irma turned white, literally. Verne blinked. "P-pregnant? With... me?"

Darwin sighed. "Yes. You got Irma pregnant."

Verne's face cocked in all sorts of directions. His eyes wobbled around her skull and he bit on his tongue. His arms and legs jolted in random directions.

Irma, frozen solid, turned brown and yellow and there was a loud [b]*HISSSSSSSSSSS*[/b] noise as her pants turned wet and the seat below her grew a puddle that claimed the surface then dripped over the edge while ribbons of wetness went down her legs. Pee dripped onto the floor and out the bottom of her pantlegs.

Verne giggled with an impossibly wide smile on his face, his eyes staring miles away. Wetness exploded on his pants and claimed the bottoms before filling up his seat and leaking over the edge. There was a squeaky [b]*frrrrR-R-R-RT!!*[/b] and a few [b]*PLORPS*[/b] and a smell arose from Verne's lap.

Irma made a few hard [b]*RORRRRPL*[/b] [b]*RORRRRPL*[/b] [b]*RORRRRPL*[/b] sounds and then a squelchy [b]*frrRRRRRT*[/b] followed by strong [b]*pbbt!*[/b] and Irma had a huge load of crap in her underwear, the fragrance taking to the air like a jet plane!

Ava sat there, quite shocked herself. She didn't know what to say! Irma and Verne turned to each other, their eyes focusing for a moment. They smiled nervously.

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